The streets full of and packed with,
Traffic jams halting the pace for a break
And life coming to a stop,
Breath seeking for space,
Pulsation feeling uneasy,
Life struck into the lifts
Unable to carry overloads
As for the people unmindful of and careless,
Again the halted people going with the light signals,
The two lanes, four lanes highway
Busy with
The incessant coming and going of vehicles,
No respite from,
The ambulances screeching and wailing
And with the flashing beacon lights,
The patient on ventilator,
The oxygen being given,
Looking blank, aghast
In the city unmindful of
All that happened to him,
The crowds in the gait of their own,
Hurrying past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem